An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

They say money  does not buy  happiness  that you can  be poor  yet be content  with your lot in life  Quite philosophical That may be true  but having  enough to eat  and a roof  over your head  gives you time  to spout philosophy.

Mix the batter  pour it out  onto the pan  oven already  warmed  the dog  and the cat  sit in front  of the door tails wag in anticipation  not because  to warm their paws but to wait  for a batch  of delicious treats

Try to understand  the words slip  between your fingers  and burn your toes  head spins because  you cannot connect what is being said to what you understand a molten logic  that sears your brain  and life doesn't  make sense anymore

Can't undo the past  it ripples into the present  and affects the future  But instead of mourning  what could have been  what can we do now?  Is it mitigation  tied always behind  or is it a rebuilding? The foundation needs to be ripped out and complete redone New walls go up sun through clean windows floors scrubbed and polished So much work but your future is so much more comfortable.

clenched fists a hero's pose  as they are put  into dire straits  a realization  that the world  is in peril  yet again  that flash  of determination  roll up the sleeves  and do what  heroes always do not for the praise not for the fame but because it is always the right thing to do

Words on paper  recently dug up  from the depths  of the desk drawer  it's been ten years  since it has seen  the light of day  characters frozen in time and on stage  mid-sentence the plot unresolved original manuscript  unpublished  maybe a novel  someday